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  • We're not really strangers, are we?
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    We're not really strangers, are we? I say to myself as I stand over your grave, wondering where it all went wrong for you to be there. You said forever, but as I place the flowers next to the tombstone before me, I knew you were lying. People will never know what we had, because they never knew about us, did they?

  • The world that I cry
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    'I pick my feet off of the ground and run like I am never going to stop. I can't stop, not now. My chest is heaving up and down like a balloon that was about to blow, but I couldn't stop. I can't let him go, not yet.'

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